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The Good Grief Girl

As I smooth my hair back behind my ears, I pad forward in the lush emerald green grass that squishes between my toes. The whole place is lit up as with a golden hue and I follow the children’s laughter. It’s Heaven…

As my ruffled white sun dress flutters in the wind, I feel my heart and it is beating with joy. I feel no fear. The pain has left my body and I feel as light as a feather. I can hear and I don’t need my hearing aids anymore. It’s peaceful, even in my hurried pace.

The scent of wildflowers fill the air. I hear their laughter again, only this time it’s like melody and harmony are doing a magnificent Viennese Waltz. It’s so beautiful that it takes my breath away.

I finally reach the top of the hill and it’s as if a symphony is playing at a crescendo as my eyes lock with theirs—my children.

I see the Weeping Willows surrounded crystal clear pond. Children are climbing the trees and playing in the water. Their laughter is contagious.

Aurora’s hair is long, golden, with a tousled wave. She has a wreath of flowers in her hair and her dress is a white with eyelet lace. She is running barefoot with half of her dress hanging in the water. She looks up and yells to Eli, “Elijah Praise! She’s here, Mama is here!”

I glance over to see him catching frogs. No tubes, no scars, no bandages; just a happy little boy. He stops and looks up, his steel grey eyes pierce mine… I know those eyes!! He flashes his double dimples and my heart soars!

There are two others, my two I didn’t get to meet. They too are running to me. I run as fast as I can down the hill, the wind whips my face and I can feel me yelling their names. As I stretch my arms wide, I suddenly wake up.

As I lay for a moment in my bed, there is a chill in the air that makes me shiver that wakes me up to reality. It’s a re-occurring dream I have had through-out the years. I brush the tears away, and sit up and listen to my kids here on earth, and smile.

I never planned on being the Grief Girl. In fact, I tried to run from it.

I do remember hiking in the back of our wild woods and finding an old cemetery. One grave stuck out in my mind. It just simply said Baby on it. It had a lamb carved out on the top and was dated back in the 1800s. I would often go by myself at age 11 and 12 and just sit silently visiting, wondering what had happened.

Maybe it was G-d getting me ready for what was going to happen later in life.

There was another time me and my friends were on a walk and came across another cemetery to cross through for a short cut. We heard “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” playing over and over. We followed it and found we were in”Baby land”, and look down to see so many names carefully scribed into the stone. So much love. So much loss. So many stories left untold.

When we answer the call of G-d, it’s often not in ways we would have expected or even wanted. From a young age, I would pretend to preach sermons from my father’s pulpit. I loved G-d with all my heart and loved the idea of going into ministry. I would quiz my Dad for hours and ask him how he got “the call.”

I wanted “the call” too; and I didn’t want to miss it.

Little did we know that when my heart felt it couldn’t beat one more time, is when G-d whispered “the call” into my heart. I didn’t realize that it would be a specific call or that I would even find myself wanting to run from it. Yet he called and I responded, “Send me.”

Often being in a ministry for grief, sickness, and for the lost; I get a lot of questions. Some questions are, “This is just a season, right?” Or, “Is this healthy? Are you sure you aren’t stuck? Do you need counseling?” This is understandable as most don’t want to stay in this hard place. Most want to pass through it quickly and never look back.

Me, I have been instructed to stay.

“He comforts us in all our troubles so that we can comfort others. When they are troubled, we will be able to give them the same comfort God has given us.” 2nd Corinthians 1:4 (NLT)

He gave me comfort, and now it’s time to do my part.

What I have learned about those that grieve deeply; we also know joy at a level most can’t understand. As one of my favorite books “Hind’s Feet on High Places” by Hannah Hurnard, spoke about regarding Suffering and Sorrow being transformed:

Hind’s Feet Photograph by Mark Nickerson

“We are no more Suffering and Sorrow than you are Much Afraid. Don’t you know that everything that comes to the high places is transformed? Since you brought us here with you, we returned into Joy and Peace.”

Joy and peace are literally a part of my name. This book helped me explore all the emotions I had been feeling for so long and helped validate my experiences.

While Grief Girl wouldn’t be my first pick of dreams to fulfill, it is what I have been called to do at this point of my life. (Like those in the Bible who have tried to run from G-d leading, I should have remembered he always gets his way.) I wear this badge with honor and gratefulness. I am a testimony of G-d’s saving grace.

When I see those that need to go down into the “Valley of Loss,” I take their hands and remember that it’s my turn to “Return to the Valley” and take ahold of another “Much-Afraid,” so that she doesn’t have to go through the journey alone.

Deep losses are devastating. Yet when we allow ourselves to enter into the place of brokenness, that is where our Father can do the most miraculous work. Without sadness, you can’t truly experience or appreciate joy.

Happiness is a feeling, joy is a gift and choice. While grieving is hard, it brings a gift that can only be earned; that is empathy, joy, and peace.

We all have a call on our lives that many may not understand. I am now embracing my title and renaming it, The Good Grief Girl. With G-d leading, we press on to what He has called us to do, and that my friend is good!

What is your call?

Have you answered?

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So much of this is true. You paint such a beautiful picture. I’m so sorry for your grief, but I’m thankful for it as well, for it has helped bring others (such as me) comfort. It truly has made you one strong woman!